don't point that thing at me I don't know if she reads my diary at all, if she is able to see that I have her marked as a favorite and maybe comes to check out who the hell I am once in a while, but I want to say congratulations to tatooholly for the birth of her daughter. It sounds like you had a great birth experience! I can't wait to read the story. You're better about pain than I am! Anyway, Juniper is getting really good about holding her head up when she is on her tummy. She still doesn't like it, though, and so still hasn't rolled over. She is 3 lunar months today, since she was born on the full moon. My little moon baby! Donovan should have written a song about that. I also got the courage to try my normal pants on again yesterday, and, wonder of wonders, they fit! So Bill got to squeeze my butt all day. It's probably the first time he's seen it in months and months, since I've been wearing the baggy clothes. Like I said before, breastfeeding rocks. I eat more than I ever have. Speaking of which, I've been gorging myself on raw kale, hoping that will help my, um, condition. That cream really doesn't do jack. I always thought kale was just for garnish at family restaurants, but I was wrong. It is edible. And sort of good. Tonight I am going to make Bill eat oyster mushrooms. He hates mushrooms (or at least thinks he does), but I saw oyster mushroom growing kits for sale on the internet, and I think it would be fun, and a good, cheap way to flavor sauces. So we'll see. Will his horizons be broadened? If he likes mushrooms, will he think to himself "Hey, if these are so good, maybe my wife is right about eggplant, peppers, squash, tofu, tomatoes, eggs, and plantain bananas. Maybe I should try some!" Doubtful. Actually, he is the one pulling me over to the dark side. He showed me how good ding dongs are. I have nothing to write about. Of course, when do I ever? |